“One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.”

“Never more then two, I told her once. I repeat an old joke about why martinis are like a women's breasts; one is never enough and three are too many”

“And it was just the three of us - three bodies and two people - the three who knew what had happened and too many layers between all of us too much keeping us from one another.”

“I'll have a martini...two at the most. Three, I'm under the table...four, I'm under the host.”

“You know what your problem is? You got too many scruples. One or two is okay, but you get too many of them, and it clogs everything up."What she said made no sense at all, but was probably right."I got some scruples," Lula said, "but I know when to stop. There's a point where you have to say enough is enough and screw scruples.”

“I like to have a martini,Two at the very most.After three I'm under the table,after four I'm under my host.”